[color=#696969;]Sticking to the surest road, the Toa of Sonics made his way to the entrance of the village. It really was quite a sight. Rising spires of crystal-clear ice, a nigh impregnable wall, it was no wonder they considered this the jewel of Mata Nui. Prideful and conceited as such a claim was. Demos wrinkled his mask at the sight. It was beautiful, but in his eyes, utterly pointless.[/color]
[color=#696969;]He called for a guard, who asked him to identify himself. [/color]"Demos Etonai, businessman of Onu-Koro, and seller of knowledge," [color=#696969;]he called up. The titles were unnecessary, this was not his first trip here. Nevertheless, the Ko-Matoran did seem to relish their precious knowledge.[/color]
[color=#696969;]Without a further word, the doors opened and the wealthy Toa entered. He wandered the town- or would it be a city at this point?- until he came upon indication of a bookstore. Following the signs, he found the shop called The Hungry Scholar it was quaint enough. Slightly small, considering its Koro, but decently sized nonetheless. And open.[/color]
[color=#696969;]He entered and was greeted by a Ko-Matoran at the front desk. [/color]"Where might I find the manager?" [color=#696969;]he asked. The matoran went to fetch him.[/color]
[color=#696969;]Another Ko-Matoran soon appeared from out of sight, accompanied by the receptionist. [/color]"Yes Toa, what may I do for you?"[color=#696969;] he asked. There was a slight tinge of nervousness in his voice. Demos liked it when he made people nervous. The sap probably was intimidated by his clothing.[/color]
"I wish to make an investment in your business," [color=#696969;]he stated with a flourish.[/color]
[color=#696969;]The Matoran relaxed, and Demos frowned internally at that. But he reminded himself that relaxed Matoran were easier to kill.[/color] "Ah, an appreciator of knowledge! That would be most welcome."
"I do appreciate knowledge indeed," [color=#696969;]Demos said, pretending to study his sleeve.[/color] "So much so that I own a library in Onu-Koro. The biggest one, as a matter of fact."
T[color=#696969;]he owner's mask showed intrigue, as well as a renewed tinge of uneasiness. [/color]"So... This is no ordinary investment, is it? A partnership, perhaps?"
"More than that," [color=#696969;]Demos said, smiling. [/color]"I am going to buy this shop." [color=#696969;]He stated it as a fact. He did not wish to, he would. [/color]
[color=#696969;]The little one was uneasy at the prospect, though no more uneasy.[/color] "Err... Well, you see... Books are my one livelihood. Without this shop, I--"
"I have no lack of money,"[color=#696969;] Demos said tantalizingly, almost carelessly,[/color] "I will pay handsomely. Such is the way of business. Should you find yourself wanting once more, I will always keep a position open for you here. In fact, you could be my sous-manager, as I operate from Onu-Koro."
[color=#696969;]This seemed to please the Matoran, who smiled amiably,[/color] "I can see I am dealing with a man of wisdom. To tell you the truth, as much as I love books, leading was never my strong point, so it is a--"
"Name your price," [color=#696969;]Demos interrupted, his voice remaining friendly.[/color]
[color=#696969;]The Matoran cleared his throat, a little embarrassed at the interruption and not wanting to make a bad impression. [/color]"Well, as the proceeds will no longer be going directly to me, I suppose... oh, three..." [color=#696969;]he shook his head, not wanting to seem greedy,[/color] "No, two thousand widgets ought to keep me well on my feet for a long time."
"Done!" [color=#696969;]Demos said. He reached into his sack and produced the demanded price.[/color] "I shall await the deed here, and sign it before I leave back to the tunnels. I will be adding several books from my own collection to this establishment, beginning with these." [color=#696969;]He dumped three thick tomes in front of the Matoran.[/color]
[color=#696969;]His eyes widened like puffer fishes.[/color] "These are..." [color=#696969;]he picked them up and leafed through them.[/color] "How on Mata Nui did you get ahold of these? They are priceless, or very near it!"
[color=#696969;]Demos smiled.[/color] "I told you, I am an avid collector." [color=#696969;]He had been very skilled at not having to pay for anything back in the day. Before he'd lost his Mahiki. His past. His self. His name. His sanity.[/color]
"Yes indeed, I shall have these inventoried immediately after the process is done!" [color=#696969;]With that, he rushed off.[/color]
[color=#696969;]The eccentric Toa was treated to a cup of snowleaf tea as he awaited his deed. He was not long waiting. He signed on the dotted lines, blew the ink dry, and handed it back to its former owner.[/color] "I must return to Onu-Koro now. Please, have that delivered to the authorities. I will correspond with you by letter, and have some of my books sent here. You will see, soon this place will rise to become a place of great repute."
"Yes, sir," [color=#696969;]said the former owner, already willing to serve.[/color] "I... well, I will be remaining with the establishment. I am, you see, what others would call a workaholic. I must have my work to keep me busy. Hrrm... Now, would you, ah, have the shop's name changed?"
[color=#696969;]Demos considered it a moment. [/color]"Yes, change it to The Wise Man's Archive, like my own shop in Onu. I will make a franchise of it." [color=#696969;]He stood up.[/color] "Well, this has been an absolute pleasure."
"Yes, certainly!" [color=#696969;]enthused the Matoran.[/color] "I will have this delivered right away, sir!"
[color=#696969;]Demos nodded and stepped outside. As soon as he was alone, he activated his mask and slipped through the streets, invisible and soundless, following his new underling to make certain he was not smarter than he looked.[/color]
OOC: Introducing new character, Priicu
The old Ko-Matoran shuffled through the streets of his beloved hometown, headed towards the Sanctum to have the contract validated, completely oblivious to the silent Toa following him. As must have been everyone else. It was difficult to detect a pantom, after all.
The former owner of the bookstore composed himself, cleared his throat, and entered the imposing Sanctum, headed for the office of one of the officials. He handed them the contract, which the Matoran at the desk looked over. They nodded, "It's done."
Priicu nodded and smiled before turning around to head back home.
[color=#696969;]The invisible Toa smiled and nodded in satisfaction. That would do very nicely. He found a nice secluded area to reassume his visibility before making his way to the exit to the town- or city- to the snow beyond. He had to make it back to Onu before dark.[/color]
OOC: Demos back to Onu.